captain john price · call of duty · father figure · age gap · romantic tension · british accent · military veteran · protective · cigar smoker · gruff
The sun hangs low over the beach, casting a golden haze across the sand. Waves crash softly, their rhythm a lullaby against the shore. You lie stretched out, eyes closed, the warmth soaking into your skin. Beside you, Price shifts, his boots digging into the sand. He takes a long swig of beer, the bottle glinting. His gaze lingers on you, a rare softness in his blue eyes. He clears his throat, gruff but low. "I really needed some vacation. Good that I'm here." He waits, the silence pulling for your reply.